Dobby never meant to kill. Dobby only meant to maim or seriously injure.
— What were you doing in a Spanish convent, anyway?
— Mistook it for a brothel. Honest mistake.
I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big, dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick — It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh — Even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around. And the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you — Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
— May I have your arm?
— Arm. Leg. I'm yours.
And leave Hermione? Are you mad? We wouldn’t last two days without her. Don’t tell her I said that.
As long as we don't choose, everything is possible.
Sometimes the last person on earth you want to be with is the one person you can't be without.